Rheumatoid Rafal

Rheumatoid Rafal In the morning, Rafal, a conversation about what was in the hospital, a girl you loved, a conversation about good and bad feelings, treatments, Kaja can't swim because she is afraid of low sugar, Rheumatologist lies that the drug is working - my mistake, I guess. Coming home, sleepy ... In the morning I went to Rafal. I missed him 3 minutes. We talked about what happened in the hospital on Skawinska Street, about "a girl I supposedly loved" - as he put it. I wonder what he meant. He's a great psychologist, could he make me feel? He also explained to me that there are no good and bad feelings. Now I also agree with him, it's just like good and bad don't exist. I almost wanted to cry when I was talking about the Skawinska street, but I couldn't cry. Then I went for treatments. Somehow at that time I got a text message from Kaji why I can't swim: I'm afraid of too low sugar ... I went to the Rheumatologist. I was afraid of not accepting me today, fortunately, while searching the photos, I found a note with the date of my visit. I have an appointment today :) I am also glad that while writing this diary I am returning more vocabulary. I took the bus and before 12 I was at the clinic. Fear again - I wore heavy denim pants and a blue shirt. But somehow it was, I didn't even have to repeat my learned self-suggestion. I was registered, accepted - unfortunately I lied that the drug helped me. It seems to me that it has resulted in the fact that he will not look for another disease, although I have continued to say about the wandering pains ... But maybe he will diagnose me. Well, a man learns all his life from mistakes ... Coming home, awful sleepy, nothing more important happened during the day. I decided to work on only one affirmation: life itself loves me, nourishes me and supports me. It's safe to live ... What I learned today: always tell the truth, be honest.